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NO, IT WAS NOT PANAMA PETE THIS TIME
She and I met at a bar so it’s very ironic
That now I should require some pills and a tonic
Just to forget what Joe the barkeep wants to know
I simply suppose because business was slow
So Joe told me about the Mrs. and four little kids
Suffice it to say if he had auctioned them off they wouldn’t garner many bids
Joey is what they called him but he looked more like a Joe
I think Joey was joshing because he said “in your seat died Edgar Allen Poe
I saw a picture of his wife holding a big fish Joey caught
And the four little kids who need money to be educated and very well taught
As I continued to forget what the barkeep wants to know
I weep wretchedly whenever her tear drops flow
Well Joe a few years ago I was her choice
She had legs that don’t surrender and her name was Joyce
So Joe told about his family at times when they rejoice
And out of nowhere he says my body seems so frail
And I told Joey perhaps it’s because I let another romance fail
It always makes me think, Joey, I keep doing it so I can’t be very wise
Because I’ve always maintained a pretty girl looks ugly when she cries
I suppose it’s the fact that heartache should be my due
But in my life, honey, that ain’t nothing new
And besides baby, you had a choice 
as well as a voice
So make it a double with a mug and Joe, you’re really kind
Because you gave me something to mull over in my mind
Perhaps I shouldn’t have left Amazing Amber behind
          © 2011.…Phreeppoetree

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